dear lancet,

happy birthday.

i know you can neither read, nor write (i think). i know your brain is too small to understand what the internet is or how a blog works (maybe). i know your whole universe consists of eating, pooing, sleeping, walking, and sniffing butts (probably). but i wanted to write to you anyway because today, smothering you in hugs just doesn’t seem good enough.

i want you to know that you have made my life so happy. and it’s not just because of your good looks, i swear it. you have the best demeanor. you are a happy go lucky kinda dude and it rubs off on me in all the best ways.

you lick my tears why i cry and snuggle me when i’m cold. you are mellow when i’m down and energetic when i’m feeling joyous.

if i could make one wish, it would be for us to be friends for my whole life. because life with you is better.

i change my lancet more because of you. i go for walks to dog parks because of you. i smile more because of you and take more pictures because you’re so stinkin’ cute all the time.

i’m better because of you.

cheers to you little man.

you made it to one.